Oh Saint Esther,

what will you do now as they

dismiss you from their service,

your public face as you shop for the family linen,

worn out through expectation but with your secret

safe, as you hold your master’s balls

in a vice-like grip, as they know your closet wish,

your overwhelming desire to cause mayhem

with a flutter of the eyelashes and a pillow

over the family’s mouths at night

when they aren’t looking, just practising for when the big day

comes around and it is finally legal for you